Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Smog,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.